Novel & Cerita Siren Thorn Pregnant

And now the past wasn’t just tapping at the door—it had kicked it wide open. I glanced at my phone again. 11:47 PM. I couldn’t keep this in. Not anymore. Not when the threats were circling like vultures. Not when Nathan, unknowingly, had just stepped into the blast zone. And especially not when I was carrying his child. I opened my contacts and hovered over his name. You’re going to ruin everything, the voice in my head whispered. What if he changes his mind about you? But I tapped Call anyway. He answered after two rings.

His hand traces my jaw and his thumb on my lips "Yes, my beast. You have no power anymore. I was drawn to the idea of a hybrid child. Not you, but I wouldn't mind a little fun" I punch him full force in the face. I was willing to sacrifice myself to this dog. To get rid of Thorne once and for all. I see red. I punch him over and over. He's not fighting back? "Why are you not defending yourself?" He laughs. "My beast is too fond of you. He won't let me" I can still work with this. "Bring him forth" He punches the wall "NO!" I decided to take the gentle approach, by the looks of his very pregnant Luna Queen. I bet he loves the docile, submissive type. "I'm sorry, I'm scared" I say placing my h

I slid my arm possessively under Thorne’s, pressing myself against his side. “He’s going to be a father soon,” I said loudly, voice dripping with sweetness and venom. “He’s getting married. We’re having a baby—actually, we’re planning on having more kids after this one. So if you’ll excuse us, we’re busy building our family. Get lost, you nosy old hag.” The woman’s mouth fell open. I tugged Thorne’s arm. “Let’s go, baby. She’s just a bitter, dried-up gossip who probably heard you quit and is pretending she doesn’t know. Come on.”

The tension in the air grew unbearably heavy. I lay crumpled in the corner, with not a shred of clothing left to cover me. My face, scalded by boiling oil, was already beyond recognition—flesh seared and fused in a grotesque mess. However, the most unbearable sight was my belly. I was nine months pregnant, but my swollen belly had been ripped wide open, blood gushing endlessly from the wound. Tharion stared at me in disbelief, cautiously taking a step forward. "Serenya… is it you?"

“Sixteen and pregnant on the streets was hard, add in getting hunted by my crazy ex, it was almost impossible. I was six months along when a deal was struck with Deno. Everything was going according to plan. “But that is the thing about life, nothing ever really goes to plan. It is those moments when you least expect the short end that you get it so bad. Your brother was that short end for me, his greed for money. His need to deliver the object of his biggest deal. He was blinded by the promise of all those zeros. Lucca's lapdog.” I frown when she drops her eyes to the ground but I remain silent wanting her to tell me this story. “Thorn took me from the doctor's house, I begged him to let me

Thorne runs the tests himself, the same careful, unhurried way he’s always handled things for me, and when he comes back with the results, his expression is difficult to read at first. “I want to be honest with you,” he says. “What they told you before wasn’t wrong about the scarring. But it’s not absolute, and apparently your body had other plans.” He turns the printout toward me. “You’re pregnant, Liora. Genuinely, confirmed pregnant.” I stare at the paper for a long moment, unable to fully process it at first. “How,” is all I manages to say.

She moved closer to me and handed me one of her airpods which I sticked into my ear and listened to the soothing music playing, it was a song by a Nigerian singer, Johnny Drille. Ella sighed, relaxing against the chair and closed her eyes “We're going to kill this interview Leila” she said and finally went quiet. I looked around, it was almost three O'clock and we were only six candidates left in the anteroom. After some minutes my name boomed out of the speaker and I and Ella sat up, she smiled at me wishing me good luck as I went in. She was called in after me and I prayed we both made the final list as I boarded a cab back home.

“The entire pack is talking about your pregnancy, Carol! Explain yourself! “You don’t even have a mate yet! You've brought shame upon our family!” They were none other than Carol’s parents. They were quite traditional, which was why Carol made sure to keep up her facade of the good daughter despite how she very much was not. Unable to accept her daughter’s premarital pregnancy, Carol’s mother started to cough blood. Barnett quickly stepped forward and explained that Carol’s pup was his. Even though the Moon Goddess had not assigned a mate for him, he would still accept Carol as his mate and make her Thorn pack’s Luna.

Mr Troy reminded. “Bring the Thornes to book. This is your reminder, Jessica.” He added and the call went off. Jessica heaved. A sigh of anything but not relief. This was a wake-up call. She knew she had been distracted lately. By her feelings and lustful desires. A month gone and she has provided nothing worth pinning the Thornes and nothing of such seemed forthcoming. It was a difficult night to sleep. A plan started to take shape in her thoughts while she lay awake, looking at the ceiling.

“Knox, what's happening? I'm ride or die but you're dragging me cluelessly, what's on your mind?” “She's pregnant,” I tell him, my strides quickening. Ryan matches my pace, “She is what?” “I think I got Thalia pregnant and if I'm right she's probably–” “What do you mean you got her pregnant, Knox?” Ryan snatches the car keys from me. “Wouldn't you know it?” “I do, I thought I did. Remember when I told you I smelled something on her but soon that scent died out?” Ryan nods, hopping into the driver's seat, he knows I'm too occupied to drive. “That was months ago.”